HappilyRooted

I was with Oprah standing on the sidewalk looking up at Ellen, I can't recall the conversation, However I do recall what happened next. I looked up and pointed right away. I seen two beautiful black horses with wings. I told Oprah look, do you see that? We both looked in amazement. Both horses were attempting to fly away off into the sky, but the pull and tug from the Officers rope was stopping them from flying.  Both horses had beautiful shiny black coats, and the wings were midnight black with feathers that looked so soft. Eventually the horses got away from the crowd that formed and the officers that were trying to rope them down.  It was so magical seeing the black horse with wings  drift off and fly so delicately into the sky. I turn to Oprah and we walk our way down the sidewalk where we were standing and watching the two black horses with wings drift through the fog and into the sky.  That was the end of my Dream last night.   I woke up and told my husban...

Sipping tea on my porch, and living freely... [My Free] My day just flows. There's no particular routine. Just a flow. Lately I've been honoring myself. Doing what makes me feel beautiful and fulfilled. Living freely~ Today,  It's a somewhat of a dull day outside. The rain looks like it's on the way, but hasn't made a fall. Days like this, feel so good. I feel super relaxed. Today I'm wearing some comfortable sweat pants and a Nike pullover sweater. I burn a few incense, and pull up the shades. The fresh light shining through is both beautiful and refreshing to see. My mind is set on chill, eating good, and writing. My day flowed like this~ Still comfy. I run out to grab a pound of crab, teriyaki wings, and some chocolate. This was all for me! I felt like I had the ultimate chill & write snack pack.  When I got home I enjoyed it all, every bite. I was on chill, my day was flowing. I even made sage tea with the fresh sage I picked up from the market. I sipped...

Dreams~ I often find myself waking up remembering my dream from the night before. It's as if I travel to a new dimension while my eyes are closed. One day in undergrad, I asked my philosophy professor, "Mr. Dawson, I keep having these dreams with my grandmother in it, she passed away, and I can always remember her face, as if she was trying to communicate with me, what does that mean?".  His response was this.   I had built a deep connection with my grandmother while her physical was here on this earth, and when she passed, I still had a connection with her soul. So in my dreams when she comes, the higher power or God is trying to get me to pay attention to something or listen up. So the spirit sends my grandmother as an illusion for me to pay attention.  That's deep. Lately I've been having dreams of me living at this house, cabin like, but there's a beach in the backyard. The inside of the house reminds me of a house I grew up in when I was younger. Last nig...